“Your father seems to think otherwise.”
Lifting her slightly dimpled chin, Brynnon crossed her arms. “Yes, well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m over eighteen and can make my own decisions.”
Oddly, Grant found her bit of attitude appealing. He liked that she wanted to be independent. However, given how easily he’d strolled on in here, she definitely needed a keeper.
“Your father received a threat.”
“Not to sound uncaring, but my father receives about a hundred threats a year. An unfortunate side effect of being a politician, I guess.”
“The senator seems to be taking this one a little more seriously. He hired R.I.S.C. to protect you, for the time being.”
She rolled her lips inward, visibly unhappy with that bit of news. “I appreciate the concern, but like I said, I can take care of myself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a house I need to get ready to sell.”
Brynnon took a step toward the room’s entrance, but Grant didn’t budge. He just stood there, waiting for her to realize she wasn’t getting her way. Not surprising, the woman didn’t give up that easily.
“I apologize again for having wasted your time, but I will talk with my father and make sure you are paid for the entire day. Now, if there’s nothing else, I really do need to get back to work.”
Brynnon held her hand out, indicating he should leave the way he came.
One corner of his lip twitched. “I’m not leaving.”
Her pretty brows rose. “Uh, yes. You are.”
Grant’s only response was to cross his arms and raise a brow. With her hands on her jean-clad hips, the senator’s daughter stood her ground.
“I said I don’t need you here.”
Grant took a slight step forward. “And I said, I’m not leaving. Your dad hired me to do a job, Princess. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Anger flashed in her eyes. The red in her cheeks darkened. “Did you seriously just call mePrincess?”
When he didn’t bother answering the rhetorical question, she became even more upset.
“My father may have hired you, Mr. Hill. But I just fired you.”
He shook his head. “Can’t.”
“I’m sorry.I can’t?” She chuckled humorlessly. “Last I checked this was a free country, and I’m a grown-ass woman. If I don’t want a bodyguard, I don’t have to have one.”
The childish statement made her wince. She tried like hell to hide it, but was half a second too late
Knowing they’d just keep going in circles if he continued the pointless argument, Grant reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone.
Looking appalled, Brynnon asked, “What are you doing?”
“Calling your father.”
Remaining silent, Grant held the phone to his ear and waited as it rang.
“Good. While you two are chatting, you can tell him thanks but no thanks.”
Ignoring the comment, he kept his eyes on hers as he waited for the senator to answer. After what felt like an eternity, the other man answered the call.
“Cantrell.”
“It’s me.”
Her father sighed. “Let me guess. She’s balking at my order for protection and says she can take care of herself.”
